I think I can go on the record and say this: I am the only player in the history of the NFL that has called an NFL game that was not a broadcast bootcamp graduate. And with that being said, that also means I have no clue what the hell to do.
If it wasn't for finding out that my right leg could kick a ball really far, which is what I did, I am 100 percent certain that I would be attempting to be or would be a professional wrestler.
In college, there never really was an offseason. The season would end, you'd get a week break, and then the hardest time of the year would start. Winter workouts in college were absolutely miserable.
If you're not a cop, don't buy a Crown Victoria.
Baron Corbin lived in my house for months when he played for the Colts our rookie year.
I have dreams and aspirations of taking a stroll down the ramp at a pay-per-view setting. Everybody has those dreams as a kid, and that'd be really cool.
